Monday, January 12

I think we might come back to blogging.

Hello? Is anyone there? Does anyone ever wonder if this blog exists anymore? If I wrote a post, would you read it? Would you smile if I showed you a giant picture of my boy? I kind of miss writing. I think I shall return.

Well, we tried another blog host. I don't adapt quickly to new methods. It looked AMAZING. My husband really gave it a special touch. He posted some cool thoughts and such. I kind of wish it had worked out. I waited too long to continue to write though, so while we are weighing the costs and benefits of the new site, I will revisit my old stomping ground here on blogger.

We have another child now. It played the best practical joke and defied sonogram reports of being a girl. Happy to add to our boy collection with Seth.

He is even squishier than he looks. 

A lot has happened in the last year. Last two years. This life. Some is really happy. Memories I hope I can somehow save from sleep-deprived short term memory archiving. Some is really dark. The kind of dark that you can't see your hand in front of your face. Someday I might be able to blog about how God shines in the dark. But, to wade into writing again I will stick to some hum-drum, cute kids, very real, but incomplete perspective of my life. Welcome to the broken pot that still overflows with abundant life, and leaks God's love through cracks. 

This may be why adding on to our house is taking longer than we expected... 

You can just see how thrilled London is with this photo op.

Friday, November 8

Peek a Boo!

Peek-A-Boo! After several days inside because of cold rainy weather, London was more than ready to run off some steam and jump in leaves. This last week we have been playing a waiting game to decide if he had chickenpox or not. We went to the doctor and even he said "Maybe". After 7 days of new spots cropping up everyday, endless itching, and a wild amount of energy quarantined in our house, we had a blood test done and confirmed that he did NOT. Unfortunately, that leaves us scratching our heads over him scratching everywhere else. Praying for his skin to heal and the spots to go away. 


While Jack was sleeping we crashed in leaves waiting for him to wake up and play. Blake has been sick most of the week too with a different sort of bug. He and London get to play a lot. London has a great bedside manner, rushing to say "It's ok, Bwake" anytime he starts to cry. You can count on London to deliver blankets and soothers, and to take them away trying to make Blake laugh.

This picture is bright enough that you can't see the two spots in his ear, six on his face, or one on his neck. 

Bless you!